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One morning Bull woke up, no longer Askaashi, once more seeing the world through just one eye. It felt strange, but good. His memories felt close, felt real. It had been one hell of a week. He was glad Krem thought to keep some of his adult clothes around. He got dressed and headed out; they sky was heavy and overcast, and every time the wind kicked up he could smell rain.

He made his way to the library; he remembered that Dorian had to work, which was how he'd ended up at Krem's. Or maybe it was because he'd kept trying to itch his horn nubs on everything Dorian owned.

It felt really good to be an adult again.

The rain started before he reached the library; when he got there he saw a familiar figure just coming out. Bull grinned.

"Dorian! I'm back."

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"Until you say the word, kadan." He curled his fingers in Dorian's hair, gripping enough to tug at the scalp but not to cause pain.

Bull kissed down Dorian's neck, lips and tongue teasing over fresh bruises from their earlier efforts. He found a clean place to bite as his free hand slid over Dorian's ass, his thigh, loving the softness of his skin over firm muscle. All that staff twirling and walking across Thedas with the Inquisition.

"Dorian."

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"Ah!" The hand in his hair burned, a dull pain that more than flirted with pleasure, making Dorian's cock fill, until all of his desire was obvious, even from under Bull's white shirt. It pooled around his hips. Dorian tugged back with a toss of his head, like a horse yanking at its bit. Bull's lips felt like brands.

He fumbled for one of Bull's hands, groping blindly as he met his eyes, grey staring back at grey. Lifting Bull's hand to his mouth, he slowly pressed his mouth over the tip. He swirled a tongue around it, licked down into the space between thumb and forefinger, and then gently sucked.

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Bull lifted his head when Dorian caught one of his hands, and he stared as Dorian licked his finger, lewd and expert, before sucking it down. Heat stirred in him, sinking low, filling his cock. His thumb brushed Dorian's cheek and he breathed something in Qunlat.

"Look at you," he managed, translating himself; his accent was heavier.

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Dorian said nothing. He flicked his eyes up to meet Bull's again, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smile. His hips rolled, smoothly and gently. He was happy, enjoying himself, just getting himself off against the heat of Bull's thigh like this.

Which wouldn't be entirely fair to Bull, would it?

With one hand, he reached for the line of hair that disappeared down Bull's loose trousers again. Dorian's fingers searched lower this time, finding the prize of Bull's cock nestled between his legs.

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Bull groaned when Dorian touched him. He moved just enough to push his pants down further, exposing him fully. He was hard and heavy and Dorian's touch was exactly what he needed. After a moment he slipped his finger free so he could hold Dorian's head, so the mage's mouth was free. He liked the sounds he made.

"Do you want to stay like this?" he asked, voice low. Whatever Dorian wanted, Bull wanted to give him.

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"Mmm." Dorian was thoughtful. He stopped moving, and glanced down at Bull's thick, grey cock in his palm. Dorian nibbled at his lip, considered, and then decided against trying to get is mouth around it. He wasn't certain he was up to that quite yet -- especially when he was worried how undignified it would be to try and end up with watering eyes and a coughing fit.

It was a pity, because he'd liked sucking, in the past. But Bull was ... in his own league.

He let his imagination wander, focusing on the feel of his cock, caught against Bull's thigh and throbbing for more contact.

"What if I asked you to roll over? Lay on your belly, on the sofa?"

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Bull looked at him, curious. "You'll have to get up," he said, dropping his hand to pat Dorian's thigh heavily. There wasn't much that could faze him, and whatever Dorian wanted, Bull was up for. Unless there was a lot of magic... in that case he might get just a little leery, but he did trust Dorian.

He waited for Dorian to get up so he could do just that, moving carefully so he didn't knock anything - or Dorian - over as he shifted and settled on his stomach.

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Dorian settled back down on Bull's back, pulling his trousers the rest of the way down before straddling his thighs. It was a lovely angle, with the expanse of Bull's grey skin, cut here and there by white scars and constellations of darker freckles and skin tone imperfections. Dorian had always thought Bull was a lovely color. Like pewter.

He gave a laugh that was hungry, and breathy.

"My gods, but I adore you from this side. Do you have any idea how broad your shoulders are? I remain startled you even make it through doorways, honestly."

He dipped low, leaning over him. First, Dorian placed his mouth on Bull's ear, hot breath on the leaf-shaped shell. He grazed his teeth over it, nibbled, and then moved lwer, trailing kisses own the well-muscled dip of his spine.

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Bull moved some, to make it easier to get his sleep pants lower. "Sometimes I have to turn," he admitted. "Mostly that's the horns." Still, he was careful, and sometimes he felt too big for some of the spaces he encountered in Darrow. So he was careful.

Always careful.

"Broad enough to block you when you need it. That's all that matters." He could be a shield, he could protect those that he cared about.

Goosebumps appeared as shivers raced across his skin; Dorian's breath was warm and perfect as his mouth traced across his skin. Bull relaxed underneath the affection, eye half closed.

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Bull's skin started to prickle. Dorian smiled against his back, rubbed his hands up and down it to warm the skin back up.

When he got to the cleft of Bull's ass, he drew the sharp point of his tip down the center of it, gently spreading his cheeks. He swirled it around the hole before, gently, pressing in with his tongue.

"Let's go look at that property I found after," he murmured, as if it was a perfectly decent and reasonable time to be having a conversation about real estate.

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Bull's breath caught but he managed to keep still, mostly, as Dorian's tongue teased over his hole. He huffed something in Qunlat and he adjusted his position, attempting to give Dorian more room to work. It felt good and he was caught up in the feeling for a moment before he realized Dorian had stopped.

The mage was saying something about property. He turned his head, trying to look back at him. "Alright," he rumbled. "We can discuss property all you want after."

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Dorian gave Bull a feline look, which suggested that he was being purposefully frustrating, before he doubled down on his efforts with his mouth. Enthusiastically eating Bull from behind.

He lifted a hand, concentrated for just a moment on his visualization, and captured the little bottle of lube Bull left on the bedside table earlier. It snapped into Dorian's open hand with a slap. He thumbed the cap with one hand, as the other still held Bull open for him.

Dorian poured some of it onto his fingers and set the bottle aside on the coffee table. A few droplets landed on Bull's arse and thighs and rolled down them.

He'd bought the almond-scented one that drove Dorian a little crazy, bless him.

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It didn't occur to him to ask what magic Dorian was using; he could feel it like a crackle in the air, but more than that he could feel the wonder of Dorian's tongue and that was of far more interest. His hips moved subtly, seeking, wanting.

He heard the snap of a cap and realized what it was Dorian had done just moments before he felt the cool lubricant on his skin. His hips jumped but only slightly. Bull reached back to help hold himself open, figuring Dorian might want his hands.

"Been a while," he rumbled, encouragement in his voice.

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"You're sure you're alright with it?" Dorian asked. Because he cared whether Bull was, and because Bull had made asking, saying no, saying yes, all of that communication absolutely open, comfortable. It was one of many reasons Dorian had come back after the first night.

Bull did sound eager, but he wanted to be sure.

Dorian slicked his fingers the rest of the way before looping one around Bull's hole softly.

"I'm afraid I probably can't live up to whoever your tamassran paired you with last. But I can certainly put an effort in."

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"I'm alright with it. Just take it easy, big guy." Bull smiled over his shoulder at him.

At the first touch of Dorian's finger he sighed and laid his head down again. He chuckled at the mention of his tamassran. "Mm, been a while even since I had a saartoh nehrappan," he breathed. "You're not quite as tall as that tamassran, but I bet your cock will feel better."

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"I don't even know what that means," Dorian said, through startled laughter. Not that he minded overly much; anything in Qunlat sounded lovely from Bull. Just pure sex. And a little danger.

He slipped a first finger inside, long and nimble, and swept it around in a circle. Bull was tight, and Dorian was careful to be gentle, as he'd been urged. He was careful with his nails, which were manicured, but kept a little longer than some. When he felt confident enough, and Bull felt slick enough in there, he added a second.

Dorian licked the front of his teeth at the way Bull seemed to pull his fingers in. He could already imagine the way it would feel when he had his cock seated in it. Just the thought had Dorian almost angrily hard between his own legs.

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"I'll explain later," he promised. Bull could not be troubled to translate, as translating anything from Qunlat took some doing, and some contextualizing.

Bull adjusted his position after Dorian's finger slid in; he got his knee under him, got his other foot on the floor so that he could balance, so that Dorian could do what he needed to help get him ready. "Good," he breathed as the second finger eased in. Bull appreciated how careful Dorian was; unlike most Qunari, Bull kept his own nails short, manicured, for he sake of anyone he took to bed.

"Another," he urged, his voice edged with need.

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Dorian added another, at the urging. He was positively dripping, waiting to get inside of Bull. When he knew Bull had had enough of his fingers, when his lower back started to relax enough, Dorian positioned himself as well as possible and lined himself up with Bull's hole.

He slid his cock in, slowly and haltingly at first. His arms shook, his thighs shook, all from the warmth and the tightness and the sudden enveloping pleasure that curled Dorian's toes.

It had been a very long time for Dorian as well.

Dorian groaned from behind Bull and, seated inside him, he reached to grab hold of Bull's thick hips.

"Oh, Maker. I'll fall apart."

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"Kadan," Bull moaned when Dorian sank into him. He stayed still, as relaxed as he could, until he felt Dorian's hips push up against him. It felt good. One hand slid back, gently gripping Dorian's thigh just to touch more of him.

"Like it when you fall apart. Don't stop, Dorian. I'm alright." Communication was so vastly important between them, Bull wasn't about to stop now, not as long as he could manage coherency.

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"Oh, thank you," Dorian breathed when he felt his hips brush into the round swell of Bull's ass. He was impossibly soft inside, and hot around his dick. Dorian pulled out again, shuddered, and then struck up a rhythm that was slow and unctuous, organic.

He whispered out melodic curses in Tevene, inventing new combinations of words in his litany. He adored Bull.

Dorian gripped Bull tighter, fingers digging in enough to nearly bruise. Qunari skin was more forgiving than Dorian's.

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It was easy to fall into Dorian's rhythm, rocking back in short, easy movements to meet every thrust of his hips. Even cursing, Dorian sounded wonderful; his creativity made Bull smile, almost made him laugh but it came out edged by a moan.

The tight grip on his hips didn't give him pause; even if Dorian did manage to bruise them, Bull would wear them just as proudly. Bull adjusted his hips and the next slide of Dorian's cock coaxed a louder sound out of him. He gripped the armrest and Dorian's thigh.

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Dorian knew he wouldn't last much longer -- a damn pity. It had been too long, and they'd not rested up enough since earlier. And it was so, so good.

He angled his hips downward, thrusting in as deeply as he could, until he was flush against Bull, meeting his rear with a loud and obscene smack. He wanted to get to that spot in Bull, the one Dorian knew felt the best from experience. Sweat dripped down his nose, pattering on Bull's lower back with every stroke of his cock into Bull.

"Bull-- I'm going to--"

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Bull growled when Dorian hit just the right place. He froze, sort of, trying to keep just that position so he felt that delicious shock every time. The sound of skin against skin was lewd and perfect.

"Let me feel you," he urged, breathless and his accent heavier, far heavier than usual. He felt close. Bull reached down to stroke himself and it didn't take much - a few quick, urgent passes of his hand before his entire body shuddered with release. "Kadan."

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"Uh-huh," Dorian said, robbed of his witticisms by the stupefaction of deep pleasure, right up against the edge. He tumbled over it and came inside of Bull, loud and hard.

He panted, and collapsed on Bull's back, breath fanning hard against it. He felt loose, like a puddle, and well and truly exhausted now.

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Feeling Dorian come like that got another sound out of Bull, low and full of pleasure. He slumped on the couch just a moment after he felt Dorian land against his back and for a while he just lay there, catching his breath.

Eventually his hand rubbed over Dorian's thigh. "Still with me, big guy?" he asked with a smile in his voice.